I feel the cold breeze hit the back of my leather jacket hard, and my nostrils are assulted with foreign perfume as the door of the bar is opened, and I don't have to turn around to know who's standing in it. She is a demon in the form of a Goddess. Perfection that eats mens hearts as they watch still devotedly, bleeding and broken beneath her. She goes by many names, but to me she was known as Bambi. Such a gentle name for a woman so wild. I get out my cigarettes in readiness as I hear her heels clicking towards me, lighting one for myself and leaving the box on the table. I exhale the first sweet drag of smoke as the flashing eyed temptress wafts across my vision, flicking her soft curls through the hazy veil, and her perfume hits me again. She leans in and kisses my cheek while smoothly sliding her hand across the bar to reach for my cigarettes. I answer with my customary steely silence and a quick acknowleding glance in her direction, before jerking my head at the waitress to ask for another shot. "Make that two" Bambi calls with a challenge in her tone that makes me grin everytime. No wonder every other woman here's scared of her. But then, people tend to be scared of things they don't understand.

The waitress returns with our liquor, and Bambi downs it almost as soon as its out of that dumb barmaids hand. I hold mine tightly and let the dark liquid burn its way down my throat to distract myself. Despite my aching senses I wasn't about to let my guard down around this little vixen. She was here for buisiness, nothing more. We both were. She was as fast with a pistol as she was with her tongue, and I mean that in every kind of sense you can think of. Her kills were as high in number as her seductions, and just as deadly. "Let's go" I murmur as I toss a few screwed up notes onto the dusty counter and ditch the last of my smoke in some fat birds drink. Bambi is quick on my heels, as she follows me outside and into my beat up old pile of shit car. They don't make them as sturdy as they used to, and although it's practically scrap metal, this one's kept me going when things got... a little rough. I open the door and almost pull it off its hinges, throwing myself behind the wheel and slamming it shut with just as much force. She knows there's no waiting for her, but damn it if she isn't a tease. Bambi eases the door open, making it groan in protest, and a small amount of dust sifts down from the roof onto the backseat. She sidles in next to me, long legs whispering against each other as I try not to watch her from underneath my brow. Her intoxicating perfume fills the car until I can't breathe, my chest tenses as I fight against myself and try to reign in the fire that's building up inside of me.

It wasn't the first time Bambi and I had worked together. That razor sharp figure of hers had traipsed halfway 'round the world with me just to kill a man that proabably didn't deserve to die. Back then I didn't ask questions. And Bambi just liked to fuck up shit she wasn't involved in. She called it "Stirring The Pot", I called it being a dumb bitch living too close to the egde. We were high and free and that's just how we liked it, but even then I knew to keep my emotions well guarded and my belt buckle closed damn tight. I knew the way men looked at her, it was the same way I had when she first took one of my cigarettes. But those men only ended up either dead, in constant torment as she swung her hips to the rhythm of the blood pulsing through their hearts and their dicks, or with their hearts broken clean in half, to the point where even living was hell on earth. So I learned to keep my hands to myself at first, but I was young and stupid and I played her games and got carried away in the facade. But once the morning came and the job was done all that was left was dirty sheets that still carried the stench of a night filled with hopeful madness. A night where I had held her and she was mine. I should've known that glint in her eyes wasn't one of love or lust, but of the knowledge that she now held my heartstrings in her hot little hand, and could pluck them at will. By now I had managed to sever most of those ties, but a few still remained, burning away and ripping me open at the mere sound of her voice. Good thing I had enough will power to stitch myself up again.

I turn on the engine and the car coughs itself into life. I tear out of there like the devil himself was on my tail, leaving dust clouds in my wake, and Bambi chuckles to herself 'cause she knows that this hunk of junk should be falling apart, not moving so fast it could get enough momentum to fly. We followed the long stretch of road that curled its way into the sunset slowly fading above the flat desert horizon. The colours played across the sky like ink swirls in water, dancing across Bambi's face as she closed her eyes, laid back in her seat and put her now bare feet up on the dashboard. I turn my eyes away and try to concentrate on the road. We still got a long way to go.